"...Right, well, it's impressive, anyway." If she could stand the thought of being covered in half as much grease and grime as Charlie, she might have taken an interest in her own car. As it was, she could only look on curiously and envy the culture that surrounded gearheads.
"It's been a pleasure, Charlie," Cara began, giving her a smile as she shifted the box in her arms to better carry it. "Let me know if you change your mind about those flowers." She would let the offer stand, even though she wasn't sure the other woman would take her up on it.